Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Wen Can stared at his phone for a long time.

Although he seemed to be daydreaming, only he knew that he was thinking about what Ye Kong meant.

Is she going to give him a test?

Should he answer correctly or incorrectly?

What kind of test would she give him?

What question can prove that he loves her?

Does he...love her?

Do you love me? Do you not love me?

Does he really still have the ability to love?

Did she really feel that he loved her?

But what kind of love would that be?

If it is a bad, unhealthy love, isn't it better to give a wrong answer?

But after all, does she really care that much about this matter?

If she really cares so much, does it prove that she is also...

But he shouldn't, can't, and doesn't deserve to desire something like "love".

...what exactly is the proof question?

What on earth was she dreaming about?

I really want to know, I really want to get into her dream... If I knew what kind of dream made her happy, then would I be able to do the same in reality...

When the intercom phone rang, Wen Can suddenly realized that he had done nothing and had just sat there for nearly thirty minutes.

So, with extremely complicated and gloomy emotions, when he received the phone call and heard that a riot had occurred on the 27th floor, his mood instantly fell to the bottom.

·

Ten minutes after the Undead Demon arrived at Huaye Studio, the news spread throughout the Xingfei Building through the company's internal group and website.

The entire building was centered around the 27th floor, and the crowd began to gather frantically.

The ones who were running wildly in the corridor and rushing into the elevator and pressing the closing door button frantically to lock others out were members of the art group and the game department who were working on the project.

After discovering that the elevator stopped at every floor and that people were rushing up every floor, the employees began to bravely climb the safety stairs and start exercising. They were pure fans among them.

Apart from these, those who just follow the crowd for no apparent reason while slacking off, going to the toilet or eating are there purely to watch the fun.

……

In short, thirty minutes after the Undead Demon arrived, the corridor outside the Huaye office area was directly flooded with people.

I don't know who received the message in advance and locked the glass door in time. More and more people were lying on the floor-to-ceiling windows, squeezing to look inside, making the whole floor echo with people's gradually louder and noisy shouting.

——"Sign me up! Can you hear me? Sign me up!"

——"Where are the people? Where should I look, everyone?"

——"Who the hell squeezed out my book? This is the old edition of "Flower of the Galaxy"! It's so expensive!!!"

——"Undead demon! Hello, Undead demon! I'm your fan! I've been reading your comics since elementary school! Did you hear me? I'm your veteran fan! Hello!"

——"Immortal demon! Are you interested in developing the holographic version of Stellaris?! Our Starflight related technology is already quite mature!"

——"Ahhhhh I want to know the ending of the stars! I beg you!! Please!!!"

——"Yaoyao, can we do it ten days a week?! I kneel down for you!!"

——"Take care of yourself, immortal demon! Is there anything wrong with your body? Is there anything wrong with your hands? Can you paint until you are ninety?!!"

……

There were so many people that looking outside from indoors it looked like a zombie siege.

Huaye and the others were stunned.

The girl who caused the storm was still wearing her weird but stylish clothes, sitting in her workstation by the window with a calm expression.

She turned around and saw the large panes of glass letting in the skylight, then looked up at the sky outside where there was no sun.

He didn't say anything about the zombies crowded outside the door.

After looking left and right at the glass for a while, she suddenly unzipped her clothes, rummaged through the bag hidden inside, and picked out a bunch of pens.

Then she stood up and began to paint on the glass.

-

By the time Wen Can got the news and went down in person, putting on a mask and a hat, the crowd had already quieted down.

I did not hear the scene described in the report: "There was a lot of noise, full of screaming and shouting, and I have never seen such a thing in Starflight."

There were indeed a lot of people, almost filling the entire corridor.

But most people didn't speak.

They just crowded in front of the French windows and tried desperately to look inside.

Wen Can, escorted by a bodyguard and two special assistants, successfully got a position at the edge of the crowd.

He answered the phone while looking inside indifferently.

"Block the news, monitor the internal network, and don't let anyone spread the news that the Undead Demon is here... and keep an eye on the outside..."

He suddenly fell silent.

Through the French window, he saw the figure painting again.

And still, painting on glass...

Strange, why did he say "and"? What's so special about painting on glass...

Wen Can was suddenly stunned...